Why Does The Tyrant Say “who Doesn’t” While His Wife Chooses Bars And Tacos Over Helping Others?

I’m wearing a denim dress with a full-length zipper on the front. “ooohh sir, don’t tease me like that please.” “why not girl, you’re mine, I can do whatever I like.” you laugh as my body spasms when you directly touch my clit, “somebody seems a bit sensitive, this is going to be fun.” suddenly you walk to your desk, where you’ve already put the box with toys, you grab the wrist cuffs and the blindfold. I arch my back, desperate for your touch. “just a few more baby, you’re doing really good, you’re ass is so pretty like this.” you softly squeeze my ass and then you give me 3 quick blows. please make me go crazy? please’ I moan. please’ I moan. You growl at me and flip me over. ‘you look so pretty like this baby’, you whisper in my ear as you gently pull my nipples. “baby if you keep being so impatient you’re not getting anything at all,” you whisper in my ear as you lean over me. please give me infinite orgasms? I feel your weight on the bed and then your mouth is on my stomach, you leave a trail with your tongue, and you tease my nipples.